Challenge #02472-F282: GG Tho
Paintball, Nerf, Air Soft, fighting competitions, obstacle courses, ect., are all games where humans play at war. It was something their children even played, preparing them to be warriors in the future, no matter their adult occupations. They had plenty of competitions to show their strength, their prowess, their aggression, and their ability to take down an enemy. Often other humans. Some Vorax have the guts to challenge some humans to a game, wanting to prove to their leaders that humans are NOT as dangerous as stories make them out to be. What do the humans choose? Paintball! – DaniAndShali
The logic was impeccable. Humans were too good at war, having practiced for most of their evolutionary timeline on their eternal enemy, the Humans. They had plenty of weapons of mass destruction that terrified even themselves. Newer, bigger, fresher, and most importantly more numerous than any previous iteration.
Some Humans were just obsessed with making more of the most powerful weapons ever created, just to have them and threaten the rest of civilisation with them. It has been theorised that, should anyone develop a weapon capable of vaporising an entire solar system from central star to oort cloud, the Humans would immediately want to possess twenty of them… and subsequently test them with absolutely no foresight whatsoever. There is another theory that Humans have already done this which explains some vast pockets of empty space where solar systems should be.
Humans can just be that scary to contemplate. Therefore this particular group of Vorax had come up with an idea. It was far from an original idea, but it was pretty creative for the Vorax. They reasoned correctly that Humans used their Deathworlder games to replace combat, and that playing such games with Humans might forge some kind of peace between two Deathworlders. Being Deathworlders themselves, the Vorax saw nothing wrong with opening the playing field to all Human games ending in the word ‘ball’.
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Challenge #02471-F281: Double the Experience
They were twins, identical to the last freckle. It brought them no end of joy with playing pranks on friends, or on unsuspecting galactics, when they wore the exact same clothes and hair styles. Very few have ever seen humans that looked, sounded, and acted so similar that they could practically be ONE person in two bodies. But they were in space for a reason. To learn new foods, new cuisines, new inspirations. They wanted to open a restaurant that could one day be famous through-out the universe. Problem is, just what were the tastiest treats around? – DaniAndShali
[AN: So very tempted to do Taako and Lup IN SPACE! but they’ve already been there, sooo….]
There was a big lump under the bigger warming blanket that had one Human head poking out, looking around anxiously. Like all Spacers, this one had their hair cut short and the barest minimum of protections against random infection on. In this case, the only visible safeguard was a breath mask. In a handful of moments, the head would duck down, the lump would shift around, and the head would apparently pop back up again.
Finally, at last, their contractor arrived at the meeting place. Only then was it revealed that there were two Humans under the warming blanket, which they folded in a co-ordinated dance. Apart from the fact that there were visibly two of them, they were apparently completely identical. Only their nameplates distinguished them apart. One was called Tash and the other Kel.
Captain Krasq startled at this. Ze had heard legends, for sure, but this? This could easily be chalked up to an emerging phenomenon known as The Humans Were Right. Which was a list of reports and footage from assorted beings who independently confirmed things that the Humans had been stating as truth for years, even decades. The N'Ozzies really did a number on Human-Galactic relationships.
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Challenge #02470-F280: Fluidity
A genderfluid human whose sexuality changes along with their gender, attempts to explain how they experience life to someone with very little context, save for that this particular human is sometimes interested in them and sometimes… just wants to play video games together. – Anon Guest
Humans have so many labels for things. It could be amusing, were it not for the multitude of those who struggle with those labels and what they mean to them. Prefixes and suffixes and interfixes, oh my. The more varieties come into the light, the more language bends, spindles, and mutilates in order to accommodate them.
Do not consider this small tale a primer. There are new corners reaching the light every day. This just happens to be one. Welcome, one and all, to plasti-sexual. We will allow one who uses the label to define it.
Human Qor has just used it to try and explain to Ships’ Companion Trusk. “Depending on the day, the mood, the phase of hormones, I can be anywhere from A- to Hyper-sexual and anywhere in between. It goes for the -romantic suffix too. Today’s an asexual, aromantic day.”
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Challenge #02469-F279: Close to the Skins
Tighty whities, saggy and baggy, or not much there at all… your wash tells a lot about you. – Anon Guest
Of all the mysteries of Human existence, the concept of ‘clothing’ and 'decency’ are the pinnacle of Human attempts at civilisation. Primary amongst the examples trotted out for debate are 'underwear’. Human underwear has gone from articles of clothing to protect the outer clothing from assorted bodily excretions, to hardly anything at all designed to cover intimate portions of skin from accidental viewing, to skin-tight copies of outerwear and back again.
Rael, for instance, was sometimes reminded about Humans 'never having enough trousers’. A quote from one of their own writers about their people’s ideas of what was proper clothing. In this case, Ambassador Shayde couldn’t have enough pants.
She had the long, grey slacks that were part of her everyday uniform as something of a public servant. Underneath that, because she had been taught it was proper, and because it was a form of armour, were the Ships’ Skins. Or, as she referred to them, witches britches an’ a belly tee. What witchcraft had to do with Ships’ Skins evaded Rael, and he was almost too afraid to ask.
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Challenge #02468-F278: Tougher Than Tough
“What’s wrong I heard screaming!?”
“Oh, hey can you help me get my hand out of here?”
“I was practicing with Australian Bull-oak and made a hole.”
“What were yo- by the stars you’re bleeding!”
“I know that so help me!”
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allocasuarina_luehmannii – Anon Guest
[AN: Changed the spelling of Buloke so people could read the prompt a smidge easier]
Humans with a fascination for martial arts -especially fictional martial arts- are more insane than what passes for normal amongst Humans. Some part of them wants to believe that the things they see on the screen can be real, and that they can do what it took several actors, a team of scriptwriters, stunt-men, and special-effects people to make look real enough to be believable.
Things like stabbing one’s hands into containers of sand, beads, or lentils makes a certain amount of sense. Doing so causes microfractures that, thanks to Deathworlder healing abilities, make the hand bones stronger through natural re-enforcement. Theoretically, tapping wood with the fingertips or other parts of the hands is the same principal, but with less danger to low-gravity environments. This was, as evidence decreed, the logic behind Human Pel’s little board.
The little board that had a series of instructions written on it… and one unfortunate knothole that was not resistant to persistent, percussive pressure. Now, raw, dry buloke wood was splintered in Human Pel’s flesh with no immediately foreseeable way of withdrawing flesh from wood without further damage. After the initial scream, Human Pel was remarkably calm about the entire predicament.
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